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Pssst you awake? | Harley & Deadpool

submitted by: sxoulfragments

She isn’t sure how long she sits on the floor of the kitchen debating on if she should get up or not.  Vaguely she thinks it’s around four am, a rather ungodly time to be up unless you’ve been up all night.  It is this realization that finally drags her up, bones creaking in protest and she stops for a minute to rub her sore knees.  Then she shuffles towards what she is assuming is the bathroom, but her eyes are already giving out on her, heavy lidded and protesting.  It takes her several seconds to realize that she’s wandering into Andy’s room again.  But instead of hovering by the door as she has for several nights in the past, she makes her way in to the room.  This has been going on for weeks.  She had to talk to someone eventually or she would explode.  And if she was going to open up to anyone about this, it was going to be Andy.  It had to be. 

All the thought she put into exactly what she was going to say seemed useless now.  Rehearsing it would just make her sound odd, mechanical, like she wasn’t as terrified as she was.  But not trying to have a plan was even scarier.  There was no telling how much she would spill to the boy.  Like he didn’t have enough problems on his own to deal with.  And here she was, adding to the everyday stress, how very Charlene of her.  With that thought, she sniffs and rubs her eyes forcefully, trying to bring life to them and stop any left over tears.  Once she reaches his bed, she hangs by it awkwardly for a second and sniffs again and reaches forward, lightly touching his arm.  “Andy?  Andy can I sleep with you?”  She whispers half hoping she wouldn’t wake him up.

Andy had heard a scream. Not a bloody murder scream but given the fact he’d been having trouble falling asleep lately it was all it took for him to wake up. At first he didn’t know what to do. He just sat there in bed absently for a few minutes before laying back down carefully. He knew it has been Harley but he knew that if she was in trouble she would have woken him up or attempted to anyway. So he closed his eyes as Shadow tucked herself back on her spot against his neck.

He had drifted back into the familiar lull that had been haunting him ever since Brenda had left. The young man heard someone come into his room, probably Harl. Andy peeks an eye open as she touches his arm before shifting to give her enough space next to him on the bed. “Personal teddy bear Andy at your service.” He mumbled in his best groggy tone as he patted the spot next to him. “Bad dream?” An automatic question. “Wanna talk about it?”

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Where Do We Go? | Andy & Jaebum

submitted by: sxoulfragments

Jaebum had spent most of the day on his bed, arms at his side and legs sprawled out.  He couldn’t even remember the last time he had gotten up.  Somewhere in the back of his mind he thinks it was around ten am to get something for breakfast.  His half eaten granola bar still rested on his night stand, he wasn’t even sure if he would finish it.  Normally, Jaebum would be able to find something to blame this melancholy state even if it was unfairly done.  But there wasn’t anything that he could complain about it. 

Unless you counted the letter.

But that wasn’t something that needed to be complained about.  God no.  But he had read over the contents at least twelve times throughout the past few days and yet it still didn’t sink it.  At least not until today.  His best friend needed his help.  Had needed help for God knows how long and Jaebum had just been going along without bothering to ask the important questions, expecting it to come out eventually.  He could blame it on not wanting to push Andy—which was incredibly true.  But there was something else, he had gotten complacent.  It made him sick.  That was worse than losing uncle Junghoon.

Around five o’clock in the afternoon he wipes off the spittle that had dried on his cheek some hours ago and sat up.  What good was it going to do to sit around?  He looks at the phone that has been at his side for the day and laughs dryly, he’s got a few messages from Harley asking about next weekend, he replies to her first.  Then shoots a quick text messages to Andy, not trusting his voice to not give him away at the moment:

Hey man, you busy tonight?  I miss your face and I may or may not need some hugs. 

That would suffice.  Or at least it would have to because he had already sent it.  Falling back into his bed, he places the phone over his nose and closes his eyes again.  He won’t sleep, but he always finds it to be a good way to clear his head as he thinks.  He’d just have to wait for the response.  Maybe look in his fridge and see if he had enough food for someone to actually come over or if they would be ordering again.   

I got some spare hugs. I’ll drop by in a few I think I slept through work? Let me shower and I’ll be over in a while. Okay?

That message took forever mostly because of the fact Andy’s hands kept trembling. God what an awful day. Truthfully he needed a hug, or 10, or 90 but his mind was now focused on something else. Jaebum only asked for hugs when he was either absolutely wrecked or absolutely wasted. No time to lose.

Taking a shower was another prowess that needed be celebrated. On the plus side his fever had gone down so there was nothing to worry about there. Now to dress in whatever he found first. Ah, yes. Jaebum’s ripped jeans and his stripped long sleeve shirt over a tank top. He was probably going to take the over shirt off once he got there anyway. The day was hot enough as it is and in case his fever came back it wasn’t a wise idea to keep himself even hotter than needed. All he learned in biology about how bacteria thrived in hot environments made its way into his brain. Was he that desperate for a distraction? Yeah.

Good thing Nora was patient with him because it took him a few tries to properly get her into the carry bag. “I’m sorry. Uncle is a bit out of it.” He whispered before kissing her forehead. He kissed his babies goodbye before carefully scratching Pickle’s belly. “I’ll be back tomorrow probably.” He hollered out as he made his way out of his room.

The bus was a pain per usual. He would have just skated over but he was carrying precious cargo with him. Couldn’t risk his best friend’s daughter getting hurt. Nope. Once over at the building he made his way up before carefully taking Nora out into his arms. He knocked a few times, for once, and carefully held her up in front of his face. If anyone could cheer Jaebum up it could be her.

For now he needed to go in and breathe.

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Family Reunion | Harley & Deadpool

submitted by sxoulfragments​:

Prison was not Charlene’s style.  In fact, she was fairly certain orange looked terrible on her unless it was in the form of a mini-skirt.  Yet, she had been locked up in their for months with her only reprieve being the missions she was sent on.  Or rather forced in to—the Suicide Squad.  At first she relished in the chance to bash some skulls in with wild abandon.  And then she realized something, she had left people behind without a word, without a chance to say goodbye.  She tried to rationalize it, that no one would actually care that she was gone, that they would be happier without her.  But she knew that was a lie.  That was two week in to her sentence.    Nearly six months later, she wanted out and she wanted out right then and there. 

So it was simple, start up a riot and make her way to Amanda Waller.  Easy peasy.  Especially after plotting it for nearly a month after her first one went awry.  Everyone seems to underestimate with The Clown Princess of Crime is capable of—she doesn’t know if she’s grateful or annoyed.  Someone tells her that it’s both.  The demands were simple, she’d keep doing everything Amanda Waller told her to do—she could even keep the little bomb in her neck.  But she needed out.  “Because I have a brother you see,” Charlene had said with a knife to Amanda’s throat, “I got this brother whose got cancer and suicidal tendencies.  You let me see him or I keep making your life a living hell.  Blow me up, sure, then he’ll come kill you.  Nice and slow like ya dig?”  Her demands were heard, but not without a few cuts to the cheek and throat. 

The plan was simple, she would get frequent visits from prison official types.  Keep her nato bomb running and all that fun stuff.   And to keep a low profile—or as low a profile as Harley Quinn can have.  In return for her freedom she would have to give constant reports and continue her work as a team member.  How peachy.  But it was going to be worth it.  Of that she was certain as she carried her duffle bag and backpack up the stairs to Andy’s apartment. 

Alright, so she was a bit of a creeper and kept tabs on the younger as best she could.  Voices told her it was a bad idea, that she was going to regret it.  But really who the fuck cared, this was Andy he had to still think about her right?  Even if she disappeared without a warning.  Stopping in front of his door, she sniffed a little and tugged on the collar of her shirt.  Is little Harley scared to knock-y?  Another sniff and she knocks on the door, three times in rapid succession, a pause and then another two knocks.  Her hand remained on the door, palm pressed against the wood, fingertips scratching lightly into the surface.  What if he wasn’t home?  What if he didn’t want to answer?  What if she knocked on the wrong door entirely?!  Deep breaths Quints, deep breaths.   

If there was something he couldn’t help be irritated as was the fact that he was lonely but not alone. Brenda was still around, Sehun had comeback too and he has 3 animals to take care of. Still, something felt missing.  Well, it was more of a ‘who’ was missing. Yeah he missed Spidey and he would settle the score with him later but Harley. She was only meant to be gone a few weeks at most but those weeks turned into months. Was she okay? Had something bad happened to her? It was questions like this that plagued him daily. But he wasn’t just about to spill his feelings out to anyone that could actually talk back at him. Of course not. Who needs to talk their feelings with another human being?

Andy rolled around in bed torn between getting up or you know, just wasting his free day in bed. But the later one didn’t seem highly possible considering the dog currently tugging at his shirt. Oh Pickle you sweet, sweet animal. With a low groan he sat up in bed leaning over to the side to scratch behind the dog’s ears. “If you get your leash I’ll take you out for a walk.” Not even 20 seconds after the small animal made its way out of his room he found himself face planting back into bed.

Had it been 10 -- maybe 15 minutes -- since Pickle has left the room. It’s not like his leash was in an unreachable spot-- Hell, even shadow could easily get the leash. He peeked outside of his room finding it strange as the dog just sat in front of the front door. It wasn’t until there was that familiar knock at door that his heart skipped a bit. Was Harley really back? But he moved how d-- That wasn’t important right now was it? He headed over to the door wasting no time in looking through the peephole. And that was the moment his heart gave out.

Joking. He opened the door as quickly as humanly possible before freezing on his spot. “I’m not hallucinating again am I? You’re really Harley and you’re not just a figment of my imagination, right?” Andy tried his best to keep him composure. Please let her be real, please be real. Pickle on the other hand wasted no time in making his way over trying to catch her attention.

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Player 2 || Junior & Taecyeon

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It could be said that Junior was a regular at the Arcade just a few buildings down from the Comic Shop. Easily he'd invest more than half his paycheck there every week. That's right, invest. If there was any possibility to buy stocks for that particular shop he probably would. As much as he enjoyed the ambiance today he was a man with a mission. A very particular one at that. So as time to close the shop came he all but sprinted around making sure everything was in place once more before leaving Brenda to close up.

There was a slight bounce in his step as he headed down the sidewalk mind set in his goal for the evening. As he stepped into the Arcade Junior waved at one of the employees, particularly a girl around 17 with a particular affliction for the Deadpool comics. Secretly one of his favourite people. Maybe not so secretly-- But he walked over to the Tekken machine. He had come prepared tonight. But to much of his surprise someone had beat him to it.

“Mind if I join?” He asked with a smile before reaching into his pocket pulling out a couple of quarters.